Wicked Read Online Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Angst, Biker, Dark, Mafia, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
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Her legs wrapped around my waist as I sucked on her tongue, swallowing her cries like poison, one I was willing to rot for. I slid my hands up the backs of her thighs, up to her ass, and spread her cheeks wide as she fumbled with my zipper, her hands working frantically between us.

“You wanted this,” she breathed into my mouth between tiny nibbles. “To fuck me in my wedding dress knowing I was marrying him.” My hand found her throat and I forced her head back so hard it bounced off the wood.

I glared down at her, just as she took out my cock and wrapped her tiny hand around the base, slowly stroking me between each breath. My hips bucked forward, riding her palm like I had her pussy. “You can marry whoever the fuck you want, Ruby. You’re always going to be mine.” I tensed around her throat. “Say you’re mine.”

She didn’t answer, her tongue sliding over her lip, hiding a wicked grin. Ruby was everything but easy. She’d work you up until you’re curled in a fucking corner, weeping your eyes out. But she wasn’t always like that. The hand that feeds you soon becomes the very same that takes you.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed the little metal object, pulling it out and pushing the tiny button on the side. The blade flicked out and I brought it to her throat, watching as the purple vein beneath her thin skin bounced beneath my touch.

“Say it, Ruby.” I hovered my lips over hers, groaning when my cock throbbed in the palm of her familiar hand. “You can be his wife, but you’ll always be my little slut.” I traced the outline of her vein with a steady hand, watching as blood pooled over the small incision.

Her legs tightened around my waist as I adjusted her body, whacking her hand out of the way and spitting on mine. I reached down between us, covering her smooth pussy with my hand and dipping my fingers deep inside of her. Her hips hitched forward and I squeezed her waist, forcing her down over my cock. Her pussy tightened around my girth as I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue over the drop of blood gliding down her tanned neck, stopping at the curve of her delicate collarbone.

Pulling out, my eyes drifted closed as I felt her clench around me, fucking her harder until her body was jerking up the door. Her fingers found their way into my hair, forcing my face down onto hers. Our eyes collided as she rode over my length, holding me in place and paralyzing me with a simple fucking stare.

“You don’t fucking matter,” I growled over her lips, sinking my teeth into the bottom one before resting my head against hers. “I’m fucking you for me, not you. You’re gonna just fuck me until I say stop, because that’s all you’re good for. A tight fucking pussy with big ass tits.” I slammed into her so hard I could feel the curve of her cervix. “You’re just a dirty little whore that will always belong on my dick.” I slowed my pace but kept the thrusts forceful. “This how he fucks you, hmm?” I asked, pulling back just enough to search her hazel eyes. They’re damp from unshed tears, her cheeks pink, and her hair wild around her face. “Show me how he fucks you so I can fuck you harder.”

Her mouth parted slightly, her fingers wrapping around the back of my neck. “Please.”

“No,” I snapped, my finger digging into the cut on the side of her neck. “You’re fucking mine, Ruby—” I whispered into her mouth as her wet pussy tightened around me. “You’re my fucking toy. Only mine.” My balls tensed before exploding inside of her as her small body jerked around me. Hot cum shot out of my cock, but before it finished, I dropped her to the floor and finished on her wedding dress. Silence between us both, catching our breath.

“Was that my wedding gift?” Her chest rose and fell as she took in deep breaths, pushing her tits up to her chin.

Shots rang out from inside the building and her eyes flew up to mine in panic, her face paling.

“No.” My mouth curved up in a smirk. “That is.”

Seventeen years old

Plates crash against the wall downstairs as Poppy snuggles deeper beneath my arms, tucking her face against my forearm. Yelling, screaming, more plates smashing. I hate it here. Poppy deserves better, and I want to give it to her. I will one day. I’m only seventeen right now, but I swear I will drag her out of this family if it’s the last thing I do. Out of every family.

Long silence stretches out and I let my hands fall from Poppy’s ears.



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